We went to Le Ch’ti Bello for a date night, and since I originally posted about the place, I have taken up eating my pizza à la FBF.
Now the way he eats his pizza is not what defines him as French. It’s what defines him as a little bit bizarre.
He eats the crust off his entire pizza first, saving the inside for last. Most people I’ve observed eating pizza here eat their way across the pizza.
Since I’ve startted putting an egg on my pizza, I, too, now eat all the crusts off first.
In pausing from devouring my pizza to speak to FBF, he suddenly interrupted me, noticing my pizza.
“Mais pourquoi tu as fais la France avec ta pizza?” (But why have you made France with your pizza?) he asked me.
“Quoi?” (what?) I replied. I had no idea what he was talking about. I did not see France anywhere on my plate, just a pizza missing a substantial amount of its crust.
FBF then turned my pizza around to a bizarre angle. He pointed out to me that I had made the hexagone that is France, complete with leaving an air bubble to represent the mountain range that separates France from Spain.
“Regarde, tu as même fait la Corse avec ce morceau-là!” (Look, you even made Corsica with that bite!)
My pizza aka a map of France.
I think only a true Frenchmen would have spotted an upside down and sidewise France from across the dinner table.